Paranoid Mage Novels & Stories

When they saw me, they looked like they wanted to run but couldn't. "It's going to be okay," I said delicately. Then to Sera, "What are you doing?" A look of panic crossed Sera's face before her eyes rolled back inside her head, and they were replaced with twin pools of red, like blood. "Sera isn't here right now," she said, and my light was extinguished. "I am Mizrabel, a sorceress from the land of Polonias. With her longing for friends and for power, this child was easy to coerce into wakening me. Now everyone in the land will pay, especially you. If you dare, come for me, and we will see who is meant to rule the land." The voice, which sounded nothing like Sera's, cackled and was gone.

“It’s the story of a young mage, brilliant, but naive. She wasn’t master of one element, but of all four, and still, she wanted more. So she set out to master the spirit. The Grand Sorcerer is a representation of it, but one cannot simply command spirit. It is the very essence of being. The mage was determined, however. She came across a king who fell madly in love with her. This love, she felt, was the way to harness the final piece of her power, and so she feigned to love him back. And at the moment when he was most vulnerable, as he vowed himself to her for all eternity, she reached her magic into him and tried to take the power of his spirit into her. But it was more difficult than she t

She's holding a candle, and to my insanity, he lights up her candle with his eyes. Oh, dear goddess… My squirming starts again but it's futile. There's no way I can free myself and escape these demons. Not without Amber. And sadly, I don't feel her presence anymore. "There are rules to this, Richard. And there are consequences if you do break any," The Mage says, coming to stand between the both of us. But she's facing Richard and her ancient - tattooed back was to me. He nods but doesn't stop muttering whatever it was. His gaze is intently fixed on her and it increases the horror in them.

“Trust me, Alpha, nothing you could tell me could be weirder than the things I’ve experienced in the past few years.” “I think she’s toxic.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Like, I think she’s actually poisonous, and it exudes from her skin. The longer you’re around her, the sicker you get. I don’t think she can control it. Maybe it’s the reason she’s a lone wolf?” My skin crawls. I look at Paars’s little cottage. “Justice, is that possible?” “Anything is possible with the Mavri Magea, child.” She doesn’t sound surprised. “It narrows down who it could be, but I couldn’t say definitely.”

The mage unleashed a barrage of magical projectiles, but Magnus deflected them effortlessly with a flick of his hand. Daemon, meanwhile, circled Argon with an almost unnatural grace, his silver eyes locked onto his every move. "You've trespassed into dangerous territory, Argon," he warned. "We need to know what brought you here." As Magnus and Daemon closed in on Argon, a whirlwind of action and magic erupted within the Prince's chambers. Argon, fueled by desperation and determination, fought with everything he had to fend off the relentless assault from the formidable duo of the Crimson Pack.

One of Chris’s men, second in command under Night Mage, Mage 001 spoke as soon as their chopper entered the forest that was their area of interest. Chris opened his eyes and looked at Mage 001 prompting him to continue. “Boss, I am not sure how it works but master had previously mentioned it in passing. There is a technique with crystals to stop transmission of radio and electromagnetic waves.” Mage 001 spoke in a not so confident voice before nodding in confidence “But I can bet my life on the fact that there are crystals and a lot of them in the area we just passed.” “How so?” “This pendant of mine…” Mage 001 lifted his pendant “can detect the presence of crystals.”

He pauses, his expression grim. “What?” I demand. “You will turn feral,” he says simply. “Your mind will unravel, consumed by the bond’s collapse. You’ll become a danger to yourself, your pack, and anyone unfortunate enough to cross your path.” The words hit me like a blow. My wolf stirs uneasily, sensing the truth in the mage’s warning. “I won’t let it come to that,” I say, more to myself than to him. “I’ll find her. I’ll bring her back.” The mage says nothing, merely watching as I storm out.

Bring it on, you assholes! I whirled towards my left where a panicked mage was standing with a glowing blue orb. He was freaked out by what I did and even forgot his Master’s instructions not to hurt me. Somehow, I knew that the spell in his hand was not meant to incapacitate me but was a deadly one that would kill me. I think not…

Here was a will of indomitable might, malleable and impressionable, but also a yearning and loneliness pitiable in its need. Buffeted by the turbulent currents of the boy’s emotions and threatened by the undertow of the boy’s raw power, he was at risk of being pulled beneath those churning swells of force. As the Mage delved the boy’s mind, the youth was initially unaware of the Mage’s intrusion so focused was he on struggling to free himself from the suffocating hold of the cloak. When he became aware, the Mage felt the boy’s mental scream, his clenched-teeth fury, his seething frustration. However, before the boy could turn his focus to the invading presence, the Mage touched the pain cent

he says. Magic erupts from his hands. Purple light. Crackling energy. Spreading like a web. Paralysis spell. It hits Danny first. He freezes mid-step. Completely immobilized. Eyes wide. Can't move. Can't speak. The spell spreads. Reaching for Marcus and James. They go rigid. Frozen in place. The magic reaches for me. I try to dodge. Too slow. The paralysis catches my legs. Spreading upward. Can't move my arms. Can't breathe properly.